User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Escaping the Prison of Olerr-Thayne/@comment-2246928-20161226043142

Starting Post (Still accepting players, nonetheless)

A full day had already passed by the time the vole had passed over the files that now sat promisingly in your manacled paws. Despite being in Olerr-Thayne generally being a death sentence all on its own, it seemed your torturers wanted to keep you all alive as long as possible... already, a ferret had slipped inside the small, black room and had forcibly spoonfed each of you with watery porridge, whether you wanted said nourishment or not.

After hanging upside down for so many hours, death might just have already been a more attractive route to take- heads felt heavy and aching; ankles screamed in discomfort, wrists hung down slack, and bodies swung ever so gently, suspended in mid-air, attached to the ceilings like grotesque one-trick puppets.

The darkness within was a depthless pool of the purest black, that only ever changed when the occasional guard strolled in to give food. Maybe eventually even the food would stop coming, once the VV would finally get bored with them, and the prisoners would slowly die from thirst and starvation, withering away in the artificial perma-night.

Then a clink and a rattle like that of many metal bounds sliding off flesh, and nothing more until a bass voice gave a low sigh of relief. "Now that feels good..."